Aches

No Balm, only touch can heal...

To another fine realm

Just like a fairy tale!

 

No! I shouldn’t call it that way…

It’s so real with bleachable cascade

It’s severe with transformation of knowledge

It’s forever with fantastic division

 

And,

 

Heaven’s on us!!

 

As if the dream overflows with dire

Metamorphosis and dances to a divine tune

 

“Just stop it, I say!” with a sudden scream, I hold your throat

That is inundated with white breeze that is sweet

                             That is sound,

                             That is song

                             For all seasons –

 

To another fine realm…

Heaven’s on us and no paradise lost

It’s the beginning of a new journey –

To search your body aches in moonlight

 

Ah! What a pain that welcomes more

Ah! What a tiredness that re-defines pleasure

 

‘Tis not break of power

‘Tis not sublime, but an incidence

Made just for the two of us!

 

At least, the circular light should get envious of our bonding

That’s so tight that she starts crying for being an object of

Poetry on a plane of antique solitude.

 

No! It’s not my revenge to her.

 

After all, I am the one who can only understand

A moment of solitary seizure!!

Reviews

[Chaos]

This is an interesting piece to me, because it made me think of the pain that we all feel and that pain can be felt through all realms; through all season. In the summer, grass feels the pain of the sun as it beats down upon it. In the spring, the melting snow feels the pain of stepping aside to allow for the rebirth of the earth. In the fall, the leaves feel the pain of giving way to the bitter cold. Lastly, in the winter, the pain can be felt as the grass, trees and insects are forced to hibernate against their will to live. We all feel pain. We all seek revenge at some point in our dreams. The point is that through all of the pain we will ever feel there is always hope to something more. The grass once again will be green and cover a hillside that will inspire a photographer as he or she gazes at its beauty. The snow knows it will make the trees beautiful again while it sparkles on the branches in the moonlight. The grass, trees and insects know they will live together in sweet natural harmony. The leaves are confident that they will once again protect us with shade from the heat of the sun. We are alive because we have experienced the truth of pain. Well done!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"As if the dream overflows with dire Metamorphosis and dance in a divine tuning " I think this might be improved by changing the structure to something like this, " As if the dream overflows with dire metamorphosis and dances to a divine tune" Since dream is the object and dance the active verb, we cannot have "The dream dance" but must have in English, "The dream dances" or "The dream can dance" and one never dances in a tuning but after the tuning when the music is being plyed in a "tune". That is why I suggest the changes for clarity. The writing is visually striking and strong, just the same. Well done.

[emmajoy]

I've had to read this twice, the wording is so raw and all but lures the reader into the pain you're feeling, the sharing you're experiencing..

You write with enormous emotion and use language like a masterpiece of a painting.

[Sorry Infamous]

Compelling. Your words are sharp and creative... I really got the isolated feeling of this piece.

[An owl on the moon]

Powerful... filled with such vivid, flowing imagery that evokes a depth of emotion and pain... Visually stunning...

[Happy]

...good